A Night That Changed Everything:

The Story Behind New England Missing

It was a night I’ll never forget. Although the exact dates don’t stick in my memory, the investigation and its outcome do.

More than 35 years ago, a friend of a friend reached out to me about a missing 2½-year-old boy. I took a $50 retainer to get started and soon found myself doing a 36-hour surveillance in a small town in Rhode Island.

The backstory was troubling: the child’s biological father was allegedly planning to leave the state with the boy. It was said he was a heroin addict and intended to sell the child once he reached Florida.

I watched and waited, patiently observing from a parking lot for over two days. Then, at 2:30 AM, a cab pulled into the driveway I’d been monitoring.

A man, believed to be the biological father, exited the cab carrying a bulky black trash bag under his arm like a football. The darkness made it hard to see clearly, but he entered the building with a key.

Inside, the light in a stairwell turned on. I contacted the local police, who responded quickly. Before the officer arrived, I saw a second-floor light turn on, then quickly go out. The windows were covered with dark drapes that looked like blankets.

The officer and I knocked on the second-floor door, but no one answered. After several attempts, we heard a baby crying.

We knocked again, and the officer warned that he might have to break the door down. Finally, the door opened, and the baby was rescued.

I called the mother to come to the town’s police station, and the child was safely reunited with her.

That night changed everything for me. It was the moment I realized this was where I was meant to be. New England Missing is a product of that night.

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